Great Holiday

I have thoroughly enjoyed my Thanksgiving holiday. LJ was home and so all four of us got to go to Nick’s folks for a great meal. I did a little shopping but it was late Saturday afternoon, not on Black Friday! This whole holiday has been calm and relaxing – with just a tiny bit of frustration thrown in.

I had Wednesday off too and with little thoughts of cooking I puttered around most of the day errands, blogging, even did a little cleaning. But after Mollie had gone to her baby sitting job Nick stopped me in the kitchen and gave me a few good swats with the wooden spatula KayLynn gave us this summer when we got together. He said he was just trying to help me build up my vitamin D (guess he does read my blog sometimes). Now despite what I might have you think we don’t run to the bedroom every time Mollie leaves the house. Instead Nick asked if I had seen a certain video on spanking tube. I hadn’t so he pulled it up for me. So we started cruising around checking out one video then another. I don’t go there that often, mostly I just forget. We looked up a few of Todd and Suzie’s. I was enjoying being able to watch and listen. But the more I watched and listened but more I decide I wanted to participate.

I turned to Nick and said “It seems like everyone is getting spanked but me.” He grinned and asked “Are you feeling left out?” We knew we didn’t have much time by then but I figured we could at least get a short spanking in. Not wanting to pull out the whole toy box Nick grabbed a few things that we don’t keep in the box. Now let me put in a plug for one of our newer toys. I love the dogging bat!! It can be used for light play as well as hard. If you need to travel with a toy I suggest that one. Stick it in a gift bag with a little tissue paper if you are flying and it looks like the perfect gift for a horse loving friend!

Nick found a few more toys in the corner of the closet. I couldn’t immediately identify one but I knew it was wood and it stung like hell! When he finished he tossed it on the bed beside me and I saw it I said “No wonder that hurt, that’s that old teacher’s paddle!” To which my smart ass husband replied “Well it seemed like the appropriate thing to use on an old teacher!” Grrrrrrrrr…

He laughed at me and continued using a hard rubber sword I got at Disney World and ended up with the closest thing we have to a cane for a few licks. If I Nick ever did believe I needed true discipline (which I don’t) that thing would be the one to use!

There is one thing I have found out about myself. Watching spanking videos, reading good spanking stories and spanking itself causes my body to react whether I thought I was in the mood or not. This was something Nick discovered first hand just before Mollie called to say she was on her way home. Sigh… I am really glad she is faithful about calling before she comes home but I must say her timing stinks.

Ahhhh well, it was a fun evening even if it was interrupted.

Fantasy Friday - Fate, chapter 2

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday! I got to spend mine with family - once again his mom fed the entire family and nearly every one was there. It feels great to know that I still have 3 more days off work.

As promised we have Chapter 2 of Fate this morning. If you didn't get the chance to read the first story last week click here and get caught up. I hope you still have some holiday time left and I know this story will get you in the right mood to celebrate.

Please enjoy...

Fate

Chapter 2

Josie buried her head under the covers, hiding from the persistent ringing. It was Sunday, her day off, and she was not ready to get up, much less talk to anyone.

The machine finally picked up, followed by the deep sexy drawl of Mr. Warner. Lunging for the phone, Josie groaned at the unfamiliar soreness in her backside, and paused. Confused by her response to his assault last night she decided to see what he had to say for himself. His voice brought back the sensation of fire and the bewildering sense of safety when he held her afterwards. As he talked Josie lost herself in a fantasy of what should have happened last night, lightly rubbing her bottom, thinking of his big hands sliding over her.

Cal hung up the phone, annoyed with her and thoroughly pissed at himself. She was home, he could see her car from his front window, she just didn't want to talk to him. Damn, the most interesting woman he had met in a year, and he had to scare her off on the first date. Not to mention losing out on some home cooking at her aunt's. All he could do was give her a few days to cool off and try again.

Josie called Bella, just to check in, see what was planned for dinner. She had decided to let Cal hang for a few days, just so he didn't think he could treat her that way again. She was not ready to admit to anyone, not even herself, that she was thoroughly infatuated with him.

"I'm so glad you called, sweetie. I just talked to your friend, Cal, and invited him for dinner. Do you think you could pick him up? It is so hard to give directions to someone new to town."

"What? Why did he call you? He doesn't even know you."

"But I called him, to ask him for dinner. Don't you remember? Last night I invited him for today, I wanted him to know it wasn't just a polite thing to do. Now I have to run, please try to be on time for once, and do bring a bottle of wine. A nice red for the main course. Ciao."

Josie was furious with her aunt for interfering, and excited that she would get to see him after all. She replayed his message for the number, called but got his machine, and left a short, impersonal message letting him know she would pick him up, at Bella's request, and to be ready at 3:30 sharp.

*****

Bella hummed happily while she rolled out fresh pasta. What a treat to have someone new to cook for, and a handsome someone at that. She knew her niece was flighty, and probably didn't realize what a catch he was. It was the same with her and Anthony, in the beginning. Her Aunt Tessa helped her see what a good man Anthony was, and now she could do the same for her Josie.

Homemade lasagna, fresh bread, salad from her garden, and zabaglione for dessert. He looked like a man who knew how to enjoy a good meal. Maybe the prospect of Sunday dinners would out weigh the fact that Josie could barely boil water.

*****

Cal decided not to return Josie's call, no sense giving her a chance to beg off. He would wait until she came to get him and put on his best behavior. At least Bella seemed to like him. Grabbing the phone book and a map he set out to get ready for his first skirmish in what promised to be a very interesting war.

*****

Josie threw the dress across the room in frustration. There were clothes tossed everywhere as she tried to find something that gave just the right impression. So far everything was too dressy, too casual, or too frumpy. She usually wore jeans to Bella's but that seemed too casual. She finally settled on a coral silk dress, sleeveless and clingy, but casual enough with bare legs and sandals, and just short enough to make him look twice. Satisfied with the results at last she headed for his door.

Cal greeted her at his doorstep with a single red rose, a kiss on the cheek and a suitably admiring look.

"Are you always late?" he asked.

"I'm not late, I said 3:30, and it isn't even 4 yet."

He decided to let it slide this time, she seemed prepared to pretend last night had never happened, maybe they could start over, get to know each other. Gathering the flowers for his hostess and several bottles of wine he followed her out to the car, mesmerized by the way her full bottom swayed under the short skirt. Her tiny sports car was not made for comfort, especially for a man his size, but the deep bucket seat caused her skirt to ride high on her tanned thighs and offered plenty of distraction.

"Fasten your seatbelt, Josie."

"Oh, I never use one, it just wrinkles my clothes." Josie put the car in gear and started to back out of the parking space, only to find his hand clamped over hers like a band of steel.

"Put your seatbelt on now."

Something in his tone sent a shiver right through her and her bottom started tingling. Mumbling under her breath about wrinkling her good dress she fastened the seat belt. There was a good ten miles of curvy country road between town and Bella's house, she would make sure he felt every dip and turn.

*****

Bella heard the car coming up the long drive and went to the porch to greet them.
The look on his face was enough to know things were not going smoothly, and Josie was dressed to kill. Ignoring the tension that simmered between them, Bella took genuine pleasure in the lovely bouquet of flowers and noted the wine was several notches above what Josie normally picked.

"Take Cal out to the patio, Josie. It is so pretty today, I thought we would eat out there. I want to get these in water. You can show him the gardens."

Not even Josie could ignore a direct order from Bella. Strolling along the flagstone paths was relaxing, Josie had no idea how spectacular the gardens were but Cal kept up a running commentary on the types of plants, what they were good for, and whether they had raised them on his family farm. After a loose stone caused her to lurch into him, it seemed natural for him to take her hand. Bella watched from the kitchen, noting his interest in the plants and the way he watched Josie when she ran ahead to the old swing. There was potential here that her niece couldn't see. She needed a steady, smart man who wouldn't put up with her nonsense, and Mr. Cal Warner was looking like a real contender.

*****

"I never thought I would see the day, but Miss Bella, you are as fine a cook as my dear old granny. A toast to beautiful women who can cook."

Cal raised his glass and touched the rim to hers, when he turned to Josie she was leaving the table with a mumbled excuse. He started to go after her but Bella stopped him.

"Cal, I have enjoyed this evening, no matter what happens between you and my niece, I hope you will come again. I would like for us to become friends. Having said that, I hope you will forgive me for being blunt. Josie is like a daughter to me, I love her dearly, but I am not blind to her faults. She can be petty and irritating and rude, she is also sweet and kind and honest. My sister let her run wild after her father died, she needs a man who is willing to set some limits and capable of enforcing them."

Bella glanced at Cal to see how he was reacting.

"Josie reminds me of myself in my younger years. I was so full of myself. My Anthony looked past my faults, he showed me how to grow up. We worked together for 20 years. We loved, fought, got through our disappointments and built a good life together. I miss him everyday. I want the same kind of man for Josie. If you aren't serious, don't start reforming her. The first man that makes her behave is going to own her heart."

Cal drained his glass and took a minute to respond. These two women were the nicest thing to happen to him in quite a while, he didn't want to spoil this.

"Bella, I appreciate your candor. I believe you want only good things for Josie. I have no idea where we will end up. Hell, I don't even know what I said that made her mad enough to leave the table. All I can do is be myself and wait to see how it all turns out."

"Oh sweetie, I can tell you what made her mad. You made a point of appreciating something she can't do. Josie may be cute as they come, but the girl can not cook."

"What ever happened to make a beautiful woman so insecure?"

"Ah, that, my friend, you will have to figure out for yourself. Now it is getting late. I hope you will come again, I cook every Sunday, now that you know the way you are welcome any time."

Before Cal could respond Josie's voice cut in from the doorway.

"I hate to tear you away from such a good time, Cal, but I need to get back to town. Thanks for dinner Bella." With that, she stomped off to the car.

The ride home was silent, she pointedly ignored any attempt at conversation, making it clear she was furious with him but not revealing why. Cal gave up and let her pout until she pulled up to his door.

"I would like to ask you in, but you are upset about something and I think we better get it cleared up now."

Josie got out of the car, stalked to his side, opened the door and motioned for him to get out. Thinking she meant to go into the apartment with him. He was startled when she slammed the door, went around the car, got in and drove off. Exasperated, he went inside.

*****

Tired of pacing, Cal went to her doorstep and sat in the dark for over an hour until she drove up. Relieved she was okay, and ready for a fight he waited until she walked up to him without speaking.

"If you think you can use me to get to Bella and then expect to treat me the way you did last night you are mistaken." Josie burst into tears and rushed past him, fumbling with the key.

Cal took the key, opened the door and followed her inside, his head spinning.

"You are mad because you think I am interested in your aunt?"

"I certainly don't care who you go out with, but I want to be clear that if you assault me again I will go to the police. Now please leave."

Cal burst out laughing, even though he knew it would only make things worse, he couldn't contain it. The thought that he was interested in Bella was absurd and he wasn't leaving until she understood that.

"Come here." He sat on the couch, pulling her down next to him.

Before she could protest, he dried her tears with his handkerchief, pulled her onto his lap and kissed her thoroughly. Josie was swept away with the sensation of his tongue teasing her mouth, she had been thinking about his kisses all evening. Just as he relaxed and began to hope she was over her jealousy she stiffened in his arms, drew back and slapped him hard enough to draw blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You two-timing prick!" The rest of her tirade was interrupted by being tossed over his lap. "You bastard, don't you dare hit me. I'll scream until the police come."

Any further threats were cut off by the sharp crack of his palm against her pantied bottom. He peppered her with hard smacks until the skin around her panties showed dusky pink. Pausing long enough to slip them to her knees Cal pulled her close and started over. Threats to call the police turned into promises to be good. By the time he had covered her entire bottom and started working his way down the backs of her thighs the promises had turned to sobbing.

"I will discuss anything you want. I will tell you the truth about anything you ask me. I will not put up with your rudeness. I certainly will not put up with being slapped in the face for something I did not do. Are you ready to apologize, or should I continue?"

"I hate you, you're a bully and a sneak, ow, no, no more, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Cal started again, landing several spanks to each spot before moving on, slow and methodical and hard. He finished with the tender crease at the top of her thighs leaving her howling, but limp across his lap.

"Are you ready to apologize now?"

Josie sobbed pitifully for a moment, trying to get the words out, anything to make him stop. Satisfied that she meant it he pulled her up into his arms and held her until she could catch her breath. He was beginning to see what Bella had tried to tell him, but he was too far in to stop now. Carrying her to the bedroom he stopped to survey the piles of clothes heaped on the bed, the floor, jumbled together on the chair. Snorting at the sheer predictability he grabbed her purse, locked the door and carried her down the street to his apartment. It was the fastest way to get her settled and the closest clean horizontal surface he could think of.

Josie felt like a little girl being put to bed, but it was nice to be looked after. Since he had spanked twice it didn't seem odd when he undressed her and helped her into an old t-shirt before placing her gently on her tummy in the middle of his bed. The lotion he poured over her burning skin felt heavenly as he massaged the heat away. Tucking the sheet around her, he whispered for her to rest until he came back, and she floated off thinking about how his hands felt sliding over her skin.

~~~oo0oo~~~

I can help but feel this story is going to go on whether we get to read about it or not. My anonymous friend is very, very busy these days and sadly doesn't have as much time to write as I would wish for her to have. She is not at all shy - so don't worry about that. She was very active on the internet in the past and just got a little burnt out on the whole thing and now just dabbles for her own pleasure. My hope is that she will continue to share her dabbling with us! Thanks for all the stories you have shared with us so far!

Should anyone else be in the mood to dabble with their own story and willing to share please send your story to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

They always know

My sister sends me tons of stuff on the internet. Some of it is good, some I ignore. But I got this from her the other day and I got a kick out of it. I'm sure some of you have seen it before but I hope you enjoy anyway.

Brian invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, she couldn't help but notice how beautiful Brian's roommate, Jennifer, was. Brian's Mom had long been suspicious of Brian's claim of a purely platonic relationship between him and Jennifer. And this dinner had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more to Brian and Jennifer relationship than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts, Brian volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Jennifer came to Brian saying, "I know you're going to think I'm nuts but ever since your mother came to dinner I haven't been able to find that beautiful silver gravy ladle. I know we had it that night. Do you think there is any way she would have taken it?"

Brian said, "Well, I don't really see mom as a cat burglar , but I'll send her an e-mail just to be sure."

Trying to keep it light he wrote -

Dear Mom,

I'm not saying that you did take the gravy ladle from the house, I'm not saying that you didn't take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love, Brian


Several days later, Brian received an email back from his mother that read:


Dear Son,

I'm not saying that you do sleep with Jennifer, I'm not saying that you don't sleep with Jennifer. But the fact remains that if Jennifer was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.

Love, Mom



LESSON OF THE DAY - NEVER LIE TO YOUR MOTHER

Diets and Deficiency

I got some of my test results back from the doctor, believe I’m gonna live. My cholesterol is up a little but I don’t need medication or anything. Thyroid levels are good. The only thing she was concerned about was that I have a Vitamin D deficiency. A problem it seems I share with everyone else in this country.


She has put me on a prescription form of Vit. D. I looked on the internet to see what this might do and according to some of the things I read - tomorrow I will be pain free, lose 40 pounds, and I’ll be 5 inches taller. Okay it may not do all that but I’ll be happy to settle for feeling a little better. Then next summer every time I don’t feel great I’ll tell Nick I have to lay out by the pool and get my fix for free.


Oh yes and one more thing the doctor said,




She feels that a regular daily spankings will increase the body’s own production of D and other important vitamins and minerals. It also promotes weight loss and clears the skin. It stimulated the libido and increases over all wealth and good looks. At least I think this is what she said. I know it's what I heard. I think my doctor is brilliant!

On to the diet results, I lost 1.4 pounds last week, the exact amount I had gained the week before. I love losing but isn’t it frustrating when you feel you are gaining and losing the same few pounds week after week! This week will be a toughie! Eating out with my sister a couple of times, the massive amount of food at school Monday and all that’s before Thanksgiving. But I spent 2 hours at the gym Monday, I’m taking a core class tonight and another water aerobic on Wednesday. So may, just maybe, I can keep the damage to a minimum. Cross your fingers!

The weekend and a word to my readers

I had a great weekend. I shopped with my sister, found a lot of nice things and still don’t feel like I broke the bank. I got to see LJ for about an hour and a half. He is a busy man these days but I love getting to see him for any amount of time.

I spent most of Sunday afternoon and evening cooking. It helped me remember something – I HATE COOKING! Those of you who love it have got to tell me why again because I’m not feeling it! I’m not good at it, my kitchen is so tiny I have no place to work, I’m alone, I can’t hear the TV, can’t play on the computer and when I’m done the kitchen’s a mess and I have to clean it. I think I’ll give up cooking for lent and I think I’ll do it now!

All this forced domesticity is because my grade level is responsible for bringing food for the whole staff for the Thanksgiving season. My contributions include pastries from Sam’s club, a death by chocolate cake, and bacon-cream cheese pinwheels. Now I’m just hoping I can get through the day without completely wrecking the diet! There’s going to be great stuff there! Thank goodness I’m not in the main building. It’s much easier to avoid this way.

I had a startling experience yesterday. After shopping all day with my sister I came back to her house checked my email. I talked to a few friends here then went to check my stats. Now I know some people never check stats but I have to be honest, whether I show it or not, I am often insecure. I used to judge whether or not people liked me by how many comments I got. Then this year as comments dropped off in general I had to make myself realize that often folks just don’t have the time or inclination to comment and it has nothing to do with liking anyone or not. Okay, I’m a slow learner but I’m getting there. Now I do look at my stats to at least know whether people are reading or not. My stats stay pretty consistent and go up a bit for Fantasy Friday.

But yesterday when I went to look I had more than 4 times the number of readers I usually have. I panicked! I was sure I had been found out and everyone in my town ‘knew’ and was reading my blog. Then I realized, there are not that many people in my town and certainly not that many people would care! I emailed a few people including my geeky goddess CeeCi to see if they could give me any explanation.

It seems that it was mostly the stat counters mistake. Someone was just reading many of my back posts and blogger was counting it as a new person each time they read a post. Now if by chance that person is reading today – please don’t worry. I have no idea who you are and all I have to say is that you have paid me a great compliment by taking the time to read my posts. I hope this means that you found something in then that you could relate to. If you should ever want to talk email me sometime – elisspeaks@yahoo.com

I know we had Love our Lurkers day some time back but I still want everyone who reads here to know I would love to hear from you – in comment or email. Maybe some of you were intimidated with all the invitation on LOL Day so I’ll say it again, you are very welcomed here. When you hit the anonymous button on the comments it is anonymous.

When I first found blogs and wanted to talk to people out here I just went to yahoo and created me a whole new account. New name, new address – I was scared to death to really ‘talk’ with the people who wrote out here. I didn’t want them to know who I was. I remember my heart pounding when I received the first email back from someone. But I soon realized how normal everyone was – well I guess normal is relative – but they were as normal as I was, LOL! So I am very happy with my connections here. So I hope you will take the plunge and leave a comment or email. But if you are still not ready to do that, just keep on reading and know you are always welcomed here.

Fantasy Friday - Fate

Happy Friday! I'm off shopping with family this weekend but I wanted to leave you with a Fantasy Friday to get your weekend off to a fun start. This is by one of my favorite authors. I hope you like the story and I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Please enjoy ...

FATE

Cal Warner walked into the rental office of his new apartment complex tired and hot. After three days on the road he wanted to get the truck unloaded, find clean clothes and drink a cold beer. All of the arrangements had been made over the phone by the personnel office, he just had to load and unload the truck at both ends. It was a lot of work but he had found that he was more efficient with his own equipment, and he felt more at home with his own furniture. He wasn't exceptionally tall, just under six feet, but he was so large it made him seem taller. His massive shoulders required custom tailoring for everything beyond t-shirts, and furnished rooms just didn't cut it.

"Excuse me, Miss?"

She didn't even look up, just waved to indicate she would be with him in a minute, and continued a chattering into the phone. A conversation that seemed to be about a rather disappointing date the previous night rather than work related.

"Miss, I am in a hurry, if you could just get my keys for me you can get on with your personal life."

"I will be with you as soon as I am finished."

Cal counted to ten, struggling to keep from ripping the phone out of her hand. She was a pretty girl, didn't look as snotty as she acted. Deep into her conversation she seemed oblivious to his anger. Cal leaned forward, looming over her desk, and pushed the button on her phone, ending the call.

"Now that you are finished with your call, perhaps you would be so kind as to get the keys to unit 608?"

Josie Hayes jumped to her feet, eyes flashing.

"How dare you hang up on an important call? I don't know who you think you are, mister, but you can apologize now."

Cal looked at her, damn she was a looker, especially with her face flushed and her chest heaving. Most women were too skinny for his tastes; he liked his women to look like women. Plenty of curves for a man to sink his hands into. Miss Hayes, according to the nameplate on the desk, was a perfect example. Tall, at least 5'9", full figured with dark hair pulled back from a lovely heart shaped face. No wedding band, that was a good sign, he could take care of her attitude later. Just the thought of those full, soft lips made him stop and start over, just in case they might get to be friends.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hayes, I am Cal Warner." Engulfing her hand in one of his, he held on firmly. "I am sorry to disturb you, but I am the new tenant in 608, and I need the key so I can unload that big truck that is blocking your drive." Still holding her hand, he smiled sincerely into those big brown eyes.

Taken aback by his sudden change Josie found herself drowning in the bluest eyes she had ever seen. He wasn't her type; she liked smooth, polished professional men, not big hulks in sweats. With his crew cut and deep tan he looked like a construction worker, not someone she would date. His hand was like a rock, it completely engulfed hers, and there was a disturbing current running between them. He may not be her usual type, but there was no denying the attraction.

"Ah, Mr. Warner. We were not expecting you until tomorrow."

"I drove most of the night so I could get settled in and get to know the area before I start this job. Are there any good restaurants close by? I'll be famished by the time I get unloaded. In fact, maybe you could join me for dinner? Consider it your good deed for the day, helping a stranger get a decent meal."

Josie was confused to find that she very much wanted to spend time with this man, who still held her hand captive. Her automatic no, came out yes.

"Grab that key and let me get started then. I'll come by here for you at 6, pick someplace casual in case I can't find time to unpack."

She picked up the key only to find he had snatched it from her and run out the door. He may be a construction worker but he sure did look good. What could it hurt to have dinner, after all, she and Jason were over and there was no one waiting to take over her dance card. He might not be the man of her dreams, but he could make a very nice man of the moment. She couldn't wait to call Donna back and tell her all about the guy in 608.

Cal unloaded the truck with the ease of long practice, set up his computer equipment, showered and changed with time to spare. At promptly 6:00 he walked into the rental office more than ready for a good meal. Josie had to look twice to recognize the construction worker from earlier. Dressed in a sport coat and tie he looked much more presentable. Revising her original plan for a quick bite at the diner she decided to take him to Bella's. The food was always good, Bella was sure to be there to help break the ice, and it was Saturday so Jason would likely be there as well. A nice dinner and a chance to rub her "date" in. She was just glad she had worn a dress to work, it made it look like they had planned a nice night out.

Bella's was crowded, as usual, but there was always a table for the owner's favorite niece.
Over a glass of wine they discussed the menu, she steered him toward the special, always a safe bet, and cautioned him to save room for the pastry tray. As they lingered over dessert Cal found her attention wandering.

"Is there someone in particular you are looking for?"

Josie blushed, caught in the act of searching the room for Jason.

"No, just looking around, a lot of my friends come here."

With her usual impeccable timing Bella breezed up to their table hugged Josie and demanded an introduction.

"This is a new tenant, Cal Warner. He just moved in today so I am showing him around this evening."

Bella turned an appraising eye on Cal as he shook her hand.

"Pleased to meet you, this is a beautiful place and your food is fantastic. Best Italian I've had since my grandmother passed away."

"Oh honey, this is great restaurant food, but home cooking is what you miss. Get Josie to bring you around Sunday afternoon. I'll dish up some family food."

Bella left the table chuckling to herself. Little Josie finally found a man worth looking twice at and he seemed like a no nonsense kind of guy. Not the type to put up with Josie's foolishness, exactly what she needed before she made the mistake of marrying one of those wimpy, self-centered idiots she normally dated. In fact, this one reminded her of her late husband. Just the thought of Josie in the hands of someone like her Anthony had her laughing all the way to the kitchen.

Cal watched Bella stroll off, hips swaying, laughing and waving to customers. He hadn't seen Josie's mother yet, but if the aunt was any indication she would mature into a fine looking woman in her later years. He glanced up just in time to see a young man headed for their table and he looked like trouble. Walking with the deliberation of someone who's had one too many he marched up and demanded an explanation.

"Just what are you doing here? And who is this man? We decided last night to see other people and here you are, not twenty-four hours later with someone else? No wonder you were okay with my decision to date around, you had already started."

"Cal Warner, pleased to meet you. I didn't catch your name."

Standing up and taking the young man's hand Cal gently steered him away from the table and out the front door. Jason looked somewhat bewildered, not sure how he arrived in the parking lot.

"I am Jason, and I am Josie's boyfriend."

"Well, Jason, I thought you said you wanted to date other people. Guess that means you used to be Josie's boyfriend. Now, tonight she is here with me. If you two have unfinished business that is between you and Josie, but you'll need to discuss it another time."

His voice low, Cal tightened his grip until Jason mumbled his agreement, no point in making a scene his first night in town. He stood outside until Jason stumbled off then returned to the table to find Bella sitting with her niece.

"Did he try to cause trouble? He can be really nasty when he's drinking."

"No trouble at all. I just explained things to him and he went on home. Which is where I need to be going. It was a pleasure Bella."

"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Warner. Don't forget about Sunday dinner. Night, Josie."

The drive back to the apartment was silent. Josie figured he must be mad about the way Jason acted. Oh well, he wasn't her type after all.

"Just drop me at the office."

"I'll see you to your door, it's late and I don't want you walking through the dark lot."

"I just live in the building behind the office, silly. I'll be fine."

"Then I'll park at my building and walk you home."

Josie shrugged, no point in arguing. It was a beautiful night for a stroll and they took their time. At her door she turned her face up for a goodnight kiss only to have him take her hand and thank her for an "interesting" evening. Stomping her foot, she jerked her hand free.

"Of all of the rude, obnoxious things to do. I save you from a lonely dinner in a strange town and you act like you are too good to kiss me?"

Grabbing her arm he cut off her tirade by pulling her into her apartment and closing the door.

"First of all, do not ever yell at me in public. If you have something to say show me the courtesy of doing so in private. Second, I was showing respect. You don't know me well enough to kiss me, but I had hoped maybe you would be interested in getting to know me. Now I'm not sure I want to know you. You have been rude, selfish and thoughtless the entire time I have been with you. You didn't go to be with me, you drug me in there to show off like a trophy to get your boyfriend riled up. Last, you should count yourself very lucky that I don't have a personal interest in your life. Goodbye, Miss Hayes."

He walked out, just turned around and left. Josie was livid. She waited over thirty minutes for him to come back and apologize, pacing back and forth. Finally, determined to tell him exactly what she thought of him she marched herself to his door and laid on the doorbell. As the door was opening she started.

"How dare you walk away from me? I will not be treated that way and I'm not leaving until you apologize. In fact…"

In the middle of her speech she realized he was standing in the doorway, hair tousled with sleep, wearing a pair of faded jeans unbuttoned at the top, his wide chest bare.

"I am giving you one chance to go home and we'll pretend this never happened. Take it, or I will give you everything I think you've got coming to you."

The thought of those arms around her stopped any smart retort. Maybe she should give him a chance to "get to know her" after all. He looked like some kind of fantasy leaning on the door jam, half dressed.

"Just what did you have in mind?" She purred.

"You asked. Just remember that."

Taking her arm he drew her into the living room and seated her on the deep leather couch.

"I don't expect you to understand, somebody should have done this a long time ago."

Leaning forward for the kiss she deserved she was shocked to find herself thrown over his lap, her struggles useless as his arm circled her waist. Shrieking with indignation she flailed helplessly as he raised her skirt and brought his hard hand crashing down on her tender bottom so hard she could feel the imprint of heat it left behind. No one had ever treated her this way. Soon the fire in her bottom made it impossible to shout and she hung, sobbing as he spanked long and hard. Finally, he stopped.

"Do you know why you are being punished?"

"NOOOOOO." She wailed, as the spanking continued. Every few minutes he stopped, and asked again, until he got the answer he wanted.

"I'm sorry, I was rude, please stop. I'll be good, I promise."

"Now that we both understand why we are here I'll get on with your punishment."

Sobbing loudly at the thought of more Josie endured a good five minutes of steady spanking that left her entire bottom red as beefsteak. His hands were huge and hard as oak, she never imagined something could hurt so badly. Finally it was over. Cal gathered her up into his arms and held her while she cried. Stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. Cradling her gently against his chest, the same hand that tormented her now cupping her hot bottom gently. When she finally stopped sobbing and he had dried her tears he tipped her chin up forcing her to look him in the eye.

"I do not tolerate rudeness. I do not expect to be treated with disrespect. When you misbehave, you will be punished. Now, we know each other well enough to kiss."

Josie surprised herself by melting into his arms. She didn't like the spanking one bit, but after, she felt safer and more content than ever before.

~~oo0oo~~

I loved this one! And it's by one of my favorite authors - my anonymous friend who has written so many great stories for us. Here are just a few of her others if you would like to check them out, one, two, three and four. My thanks to her and if you liked this weeks story you will be happy to know that there is a chapter 2 to this story and you can read it here next week.

I really, really appreciate those of you who have shared new stories with us lately. I hope more of you are considering it. Keep thinking and if you are willing to share one, please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com


Picture found at About Spankings

Finally!

Well finally! I am sitting on a sore butt to type a post! It’s been a while and it feels great. We just haven’t had the privacy lately for much playing. Mollie has been working but at odd times and it just never seemed to work out. But we knew she would be working Wednesday afternoon so it was in the back of my mind.

About the time Nick arrived at work Wednesday morning he got the following text from me:

“I just ate 5 brownies and had several Sun Drops. Or maybe I’m just lying to my husband. Bad either way. Perhaps we could discuss it this afternoon.”

Quickly he text back:

“So bad.”

At least we were thinking about each other during the day. I left work the second I could and headed on to the gym. I can’t miss many days or I won’t make the challenge. So I worked out about an hour and still beat Nick home.

He hadn’t been home long when he asked me if I had been doing a little bratting that morning. Which I of course denied. But he wasn’t paying much attention to my denying. Back in the bedroom Nick had already opened the toy box. I got a great warm up – something Nick sometimes skimps on. When it’s been a while like this I love a good strong warm up with my pants on. But eventually I was warm enough for a little less clothing. Nick was pretty good about talking. He said he knew what I had done good last week but he wanted to know what guilty secrets I hadn’t shared. I did have to admit to a few candy bars – we’re talking about the mini one now and maybe a soft drink or two. But mostly we were just enjoying ourselves while discussing some diet ideas.

Like I said it had been a while and Nick fully admitted that. In fact to make up for the neglect he said he was going to keep spanking until I asked him – no make that begged him – to stop! Flogger, the leather hand shaped ‘fly’ swatter, bath brush, tawse, OCW, belt and maybe a few other things I’ve forgotten. Until finally through the laughter I did beg him to stop, which he did – eventually!

It was a wonderful evening and we did take full advantage of our time alone, I would say we were both very pleased with the results. So for the first time in a long time I am sore. I guess I can still call this a spanko/sex blog after all.

Come back tomorrow - brand new Fantasy Friday story!!

Bone density, mammograms and colonoscopys, oh my!

I am spend yesterday morning at the OB-Gyn, paps smear, stirrups, breast exams, blood draws, nosy questions – oh well, beats working. They have scheduled me for a bone density test, a mammogram and a colonoscopy, see what all I have to look forward to? It’s hell getting old and I’m not even there yet.

I did mention to her that I have been having some problems with depression on and off. I barely got the words out of my mouth before she offered to write me a prescription for something. Now I don’t want to get in the middle of a ‘should you or shouldn’t you take antidepressants’. I have a friend I love who swears she will take them for the rest of her life and that I wouldn’t want to be around her if she didn’t. Another well loved friend just agreed to try some medication after doing her best for years to avoid it. She has been extremely happy with her results so I’m not against taking something but the doctor just jumped to that so fast. I mean she only sees me once a year, she doesn’t really know me. I was hoping she might have other suggestions first.

After I explained I wasn’t really ready to try that yet she suggested St. John’s Wort – anyone out there know anything about this? I may call my counselor again. I saw her for about a year 25 years ago then when I really needed some help last year I called her up again and low and behold she was still practicing. But after a two hour visit and the suggestion I come back in a month, I never did. Instead I have imaginary conversations with her like I do with Nick sometimes. I rather imagine she would be pissed about this. She would probably like to speak for herself – but this usually works for me.

It’s strange – one minute I honestly feel I am the most normal person in the world with no reason what-so-ever to need to ‘talk’ with someone. The next minute I find myself in tears over nothing feeling that I’ll never feel happy again. This has happened all my life but to a lesser degree – maybe once or twice a year, where now it’s happening once or twice a month. I really don’t think its menopause. I’m three years into/beyond and it’s just never bothered me.

And now on to the always fun – diet update! Alright explain this to me. I have been working extra hard at the gym this week. I need to get in my hours for the challenge and I have taken several classes – core, Zumba, which is a Latin dance class and a water aerobics class too. I have eaten salad for lunch and cereal for supper. So tell me how I gained 1.4 pounds last week. Never mind, don’t tell me. It doesn’t matter. It happens. Strangely I’m not discouraged. I’ll try again next week.

Christmas shopping

I’ve started my Christmas shopping and it seems to be going well except that I can’t get anyone on my list between the ages of 15 and 35 that will give me a clue of what they want. I emailed them all threatening that if I wasn’t given some ideas I was getting them all chia pets and snuggies. I got nothing. So I upped the ante and threatened to get them all a DVD of ‘High School Musical’. At least that got a reaction. Collin emailed back –

NO! STOP! You're thinking irrationally! We just need a little more time. Don't do anything we'll all regret. Let's just think about this!... ok?

Alright, I struck fear – but still got no ideas. I’m off again Monday for my yearly physical and I’ll have some time to shop after that.

Florida Dom and Ronnie both asked me if I would be shopping on black Friday. After I stopped laughing I told them both ‘NO WAY’! I wouldn’t shop on that Friday it you beat me! Wait, sorry, that doesn’t work for a spanko. Okay I wouldn’t go if you held a gun to my head!

I don’t like crowds, I don’t like fighting for merchandise, I like to be able to look over things at my leisure, check other stores and come back expecting the first item to still be there when I go back. I shop on line some but I do like to touch things and walk through stores on my terms. About the only people I like to shop with are my sister and Mollie. I don’t mind telling either of them that I want to go back to a store we’ve already visited and I know neither of them has to touch everything in the store before we leave. Best of all either of them is always willing to stop for a snack!

But I did get to wondering how people felt about shopping on black Friday. I know some love it! It’s like a tradition with family and friends. That’s great – as long as they don’t try to drag me along. Take the survey; I’m interested in what different people think.

Black Friday Shopping

Will you be shopping on Black Friday? Are you crazy! No way you are getting me into that crowd. Forget it! I may go out for a few bargains but I'm not staying all day. Yes! We always shop that day. It's a family tradition and we love it!! Current Results

Fantasy Friday - In the Hot Seat

Friday rolls around again. I do appreciate everyone that comes by for Fantasy Friday. I just like starting my weekend with a good story. We have a brand new story this week and it's a great one! When I first got to read it I was shocked that no one had ever thought to put this in a story before - this is spanko perfect! Sit back, get ready for the weekend and enjoy...

In the Hot Seat

With Jay so angry by my side, I start to realize that maybe I had been ruder than I realized. I had only sent the text because I wanted to make sure Maddie got it before it was too late.

With Jay gripping my arm tightly he marches me down the stairs of his parent’s old farm house. The house has been in his family since before his mother was born. It is one of those houses with the wrap around porches that you only see in pictures.

As we approach the car, the light from the porch only barely reaches us. Two weeks ago it would have still been light at this time, but thanks to the time change its getting dark much earlier and we are plunged into darkness as we walk.

With his hand still on my arm, Jay leads me to the passenger side. He leans close. From where his parents are watching I am sure it looks like a warm embrace.

“Drop your pants before you sit down.” He whispers into my ear. We are far enough away that there is no need to whisper but his whispering makes my stomach flutter. I know he’s mad.
As he lets me go I wonder how I am supposed to drop my pants without his parents noticing. I know even without looking that they are standing at the door waiting for us to pull away.
Jay walks around the rear of the car as I open my door. I sit down, quickly shutting the door behind me. Luckily, the car’s interior lights are turned off and I use the darkness to my advantage.

Before Jay can climb in I unbutton my jeans and quickly wiggle them down so that my butt touches the leather seat. It’s cold against my skin and I can only hope his parents did not see what I just did.

Jay opens his door and slides in. Even with my upper thighs just barely exposed, the night air feels cool.

Jay starts the car, plays with the heat, turns off the radio and pulls out of the long driveway with a honk to his parents. We settle in for the hour long drive home.

“Those jeans aren’t low enough, pull them down to your knees” He doesn’t even glance over as he says it. I can tell I am really in for it.

“Jay, I'm sorry…” I start, pushing my jeans further toward my knees.

“I don’t want to hear it! I can’t believe how rude you were to my mother! She was sharing with you how hard it is to work at the hospital some days and you just start texting in the middle of it. Do you know how hurt she looked when she realized what you were doing under the table? Do you realize that as you were texting she had told you she had lost one of her pediatric patients this week and you said ‘oh that’s nice’, I can’t believe you! She looked like she was ready to cry!”
This shuts me up. I didn’t realize that’s what she had been saying. All I had been thinking about was sending that stupid text before Maddie left the party!

I stay quiet as we start down the country lanes Jay loves to drive. I know I will have to make it up to his mother somehow but first I am more concerned about the immediate future of my bottom.
About 10 minutes into the drive I realize my butt is getting hot. I look at the dash and sure enough my seat warmer is on. I go to turn it off but Jay’s hand stops me.

“Don’t even think about,” he warns.

“But my butt is hot and starting to burn!” I whine, even if I'm not in the position to whine.

“It’s not nearly as hot as its going to be by the time we get home,” he growls.

His words shut me up. Through my jeans I can only take the seat warmer for about 20 minutes before it becomes too hot. I was scared to think how hard it was going to be to take it on my bare bottom for the next hour.

After another 10 minutes or so of driving Jay pulls off into the driveway of an abandoned house.

“What are you doing?” I panic.

“Get out,” are his only words as he climbs out of the car himself.

Before I can get the courage to climb out, Jay is at my door with it wide open, the cool night air pouring in.

“Out, and you might as well leave you pants down.”

Jay helps me out of the car, slams my door and leans me over the hood. Immediately, he lays into my already warm ass with his hand. (How is it when he spanks his hand turns to wood?)
We have traveled this road many times and I know there is not much traffic to worry about. But I also know we aren’t very far off the road and if a car was to drive by they would be sure to see everything that was happening.

I try to hold still but Jay is spanking so hard it isn’t long before I am squirming and trying to get away. It hurts! Somehow the seat warmer seems to have left my butt in the same condition as a warm shower… tender!

Jay only spanks for two or three minutes but every swat is geared toward my sit spot and delivered hard. I feel like I'm on fire.

As quickly as it begins, the spanking is over. He helps me stand up, opens the door and assists me in sitting back down on a hot seat! He had left the car on with the seat warmer going while he was spanking and now it feels like I’m sitting on a warm stove.

When he gets in the car I begin to plead, “Jay, please. It’s too hot. I’m sorry. I promise to apologize. I will take another spanking when I get home. Just please can I turn off the warmer?”

His voice is softer now when he replies. It’s as though the spanking has relieved some of his anger but not his hurt. “No you cannot turn off the warmer, yes there will be more spanking, and yes you will apologize. We are far from home and I am just getting started with you darlin’” His words once again cause my stomach to flutter and I squirm to find a comfortable position in the hot seat.

We continue on our journey home but I am unable to find a comfortable position to sit in. Every time I move, my sore bottom rubs on the heated seat and when I don’t move, I feel like I am being roasted.

Jay had defiantly placed those swats so that I would feel them while sitting. He also knew exactly what he was doing by making ride with the seat warmer on.

“You need to stop squirming,” Jay said, cutting the silence.

“I'm sorry, it hurts. This is not fun you know!” There was a bit too much tartness to my voice that I immediately regretted.

“And you think it was fun watching you disrespect my mom and not being able to do anything about? I had half a mind to turn you over that table and beat your bottom there! You were rude and disrespectful there, now you’re continuing to be rude and disrespectful to me.” There was finality to his tone that told me it was time to be quiet again.

I watched out the window as cornfield after cornfield passed by. The only light for miles was that of the moon and the car’s headlights. Since our last stop we had only seen one other vehicle and it had been going the opposite direction.

Normally I loved the hour long ride between our house and Jay’s parents. Tonight it didn’t seem to go quick enough. We were only a little over half way home. We still had at least another 20 minutes to go. Was Jay really going to make me sit on a hot seat the whole way home?

“Take off your sandal” Jays voice cut into my thoughts making me jump.

“What? Why do you need my sandal?!?” I still couldn’t seem to remove the tartness from my tone. I was sorry for what I did, but my seat was HOT and I wanted to be home already!

“It doesn’t matter why, what matters is I asked you for something I think it’s time you start listening! Now, hand it over.”

All I wanted at this point was to be home and for this to be over. I was sorry and if giving Jay my stupid sandal was going to make him happy then fine!

I bend down to take off my leather strappy sandal. It’s completely inappropriate for the weather but too cute to put away before the first snowfall.

As I sit back up, handing Jay the shoe, I realize he has brought the car to a crawl. Before I can say anything he stops the car completely, right in the middle of the country lane.

“Out. And do it quickly this time.”

Jay gets out taking the sandal with him. It finally dawns on me what is about to happen but we are parked in the middle of the road… anyone could drive by!

I quickly hop out of the car, (as quickly as you can with jeans around your knees) and without a word Jay has me bent over the hood once more.

“I really am sorry you know…” I say hoping for some leniency.

“Sorry or not, I’m not finished with you,” and with that Jay lands the first hard swat on my right cheek. I jump but try to stay in position. Deep down I know I deserve everything I am getting.
Swat after swat with leather sandal lands, deepening the burn of my sit spot but also igniting my upper thighs. I am wiggling and kicking but I can’t find any relief.

For such a cute sandal it sure is doing some damage to my bottom.

“Four more and then it’s over.” Jay promises after a minute or two of nonstop spanking. “And you need to count them.” He adds.

With the verdict made, he pulls back and delivers the first blow to my left sit spot. “Owww, one sir!” I let out.

I thought Jay was spanking hard before but these smacks were being applied with full force. As soon as the word sir is out he hits my right spank spot with the same intensity, “Two sir, ohhhhh.”

He immediately lands another, this time on my right upper thigh, “oh my gosh, owwie…. three, three sir!” I manage to squeak out.

“Stay still, last one.” Jay says. I hold as still as possible with my butt on fire and it feels like an eternity. After what is really five or so seconds he delivers the last blow to my left upper thigh. I instantly stand up grabbing my butt, “OWWW I’m sorry, I’m soooo sorry…. Four sir!”

Jay grabs me in a hug and kisses my forehead, “I know you are but we need to go before someone comes.” He helps me into the car and once again onto the burning seat. He slips the sandal, which had just brutalized my ass, back on my foot and jogs around to his side. He slides in and we start back down the road as though nothing has just happened. The entire stop had taken less than three minutes but my bottom feels like it has just taken an hour long beating.

“Since my punishment is over, can I turn off the heater?” I ask at no more than a whisper. I am feeling thoroughly punished.

“Who said your punishment is over?” Jay asks glancing at me, this time with more love than anger or hurt.

“Back there, you did!”

“Oh, honey, I meant that spanking would be over. I’m still not through with that lovely bottom of yours!” His words make me want to cry more than the pain I am in. He still isn’t finished with me, even if it seems he is no longer upset.

We drive in silence for the next 15 minutes or so. We are finally almost home and I can’t stop moving in my seat. The heater is really burning my sore butt. It’s making the spankings ten times worst, which has to be Jay’s intent.

I pick up my purse and start riffling through for my cell phone.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing? HAND IT OVER!” Jay’s anger is back in an instant.

“Jay wait, I need to make one call then you can have it, please just trust me.” Hearing the sincerity in my voice he allows me to continue but gives me a warning look.

Quickly I dial his parent’s house and ask to speak to his mom. I give her my deepest apology for being so rude and ask her out for Sunday brunch. She accepts and I promise her some good old girl time. With the time and place set, I hang up and give Jay my phone.

“That was very nice of you, sweetie. I’m sure she appreciates that more than you know.” Jay smiles. He places my phone in his pocket and takes my hand for the rest of the ride home.
When we pull into the garage Jay cuts the engine and shuts the door.

“Lets’ go.” Jay prompts and I open my door. Once again having my jeans around my knees slows me down and Jay is by my side before I can climb out.

“I want to finish this before we go in, I want to leave it all out here.” He says solemnly. With that, he genteelly pushes me over the hood one last time. In the light of the garage he can see what his punishment has done to my bottom, for the first time.

“Darlin’ you are red! And I’m sure you’re sore, but there won’t be any permanent damage I am happy to report.” Jay had never spanked me in the dark before and I’m sure he was worried about the intensity as he usually uses color to judge his spankings.

“Six more and your spanking is over. I will be keeping your phone until further notice but all will be forgiven after these six.”

“Yes, sir” is all I can manage as I hear the jingle of his belt buckle followed by wooshing sound of his belt coming through the loops.

I feel him place the leather belt against my punished bottom then pull back. The first line is made across my bottom and I scream out. Before I can catch my breath all six lashes have fallen on my sit spot and I am being lifted up into Jay’s warm embrace. He stops my screaming with his lips as he pulls me into a deep kiss.

“I love you. Please don’t make me punish you like this again…” Before I can reply he kisses me again, helps me pull up my jeans over my roasted bottom and leads me into the house.
As we close the door to the garage I wonder what will happen if Jay reads the text I had been so adamant to send.

"I wish I could be there but since I’m still stuck at dinner, be sure to order me one of the school paddles with the holes drilled in it."

~~~oo0oo~~~

I just loved that. A heated seat, what more could a spanko ask for? After burn is my favorite part - now this I don't know but it sure is exciting to think about. The author this week is Lillian. She wrote one other Fantasy Friday for us that you can find here. I have enjoyed emailing with her as she get to know her way around out here.

If anyone else would like to write for us we would all love it. You can send stories to elisspeaks@yahoo.com

You can’t mean you are not going to be naked at your own wedding!!

Do you ever worry about someone finding out about your spanko side? I know most of us worry at least a little. And I know for some the idea is extremely frightening. I know it was for me at first. I have changed a lot over the years I’ve been here. In real life I have told one close friend and my sister. Both of them had the same reaction – surprise, amusement, total acceptance and underlying it all a complete lack of understanding of what spanking really means in my life. And that’s fine. I don’t care if they understand all the underlying thought on submission and dominance. They just know I enjoy being spanked and that the ability to open up to Nick and have him accepting my kink has made us a much happier couple.

I’m never planning to share with my kids – at least while they are kids. Of course LJ is 21. I have no reason or plans to tell him but if he found out I believe that for the 30 seconds or less he actually thought about it (that’s about as long as he thinks about anything unless I write it up as a play) he would be amused. Now Mollie on the other hand would probably be mortified, about the spanking and equally about the fact we still have sex at all. No one on my side of the family would care and where Nick’s family would probably be embarrassed if they found out I know them well enough to be sure that they would never say a word to us.

If I was found out at work I would certainly have to take the blog private and that would be sad (if that ever happens and you want in just email me – it would only be work folks I would be shutting out). I don’t think I would lose my job after all these years. And the reason I think I would keep my job is because THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS THING WE DO!!!

I look back in my blog and I can’t find one thing shocking in it. I have always been proud of a post I did that first year saying that we should not have to hide our kink, you can read it here if you are interested. All I’ve ever said is that I believe in consensual adult spanking. That I think it is sexy and that it makes me feel safe and protected. I have been married to the same man for 26 years and we have an active sex life that includes spanking. Sorry I can’t see anything wrong with any of this.

So while I know we don’t want to be found out I sure hope no one is ashamed of TTWD. Letting the spanko side of me out is the best thing I have ever done. It turned a hum-drum marriage into a strong, loving bond. It changed me from dreading sex to really looking forward to the time we can get the house alone. I am a much, much happier person. Being happier make me a better teacher, a better wife and a better mother. It was the catalysis in me losing 40 pounds and it’s all tied up in my desire and goal to lose more. I wish our lifestyle could be discussed in the opened. Not to try to talk others into it but to encourage those who know that they have these tendencies to accept themselves and embrace what so many of us know works!

So what would I say if my ‘secret’ was to be discovered and I was confronted with it? Well, I remember an old episode from Star Trek, the Next Generation. In this show a woman from another planet was getting ready to marry a man from Earth, a rather conservative man. Her grow daughter had her doubts because of their differences. The final straw came when the mother showed her daughter her wedding dress. In total shock the daughter looked at her mother in and asked in an incredulous voice “Mother! You can’t mean you are not going to be naked at your own wedding!!” The actress was so good at delivering that line I found myself shocked that the bride to be would be wearing clothes.

So if anyone should ever say to me ‘You don’t mean your husband spanks you!” I’ll look at them with shock and concern and say “Of course he does! Doesn’t yours?”

Sorry, nothing too exciting

I am feeling particularly relaxed not having to go to work for two days feels delicious. I am headed out later today to do some Christmas shopping. I have no idea what I’m going to buy but looking around will be fun. Later this month I’ll be shopping with my sister but sometimes I like going alone.

Bathroom update. Unfortunately Nick got the shower working. That takes the real urgency out of the picture but it still need to be done and I don’t want to put it off. Problem is we don’t know where to start. We aren’t even sure of the colors we want to go with. Do we pick out the counter top first and work around it, or perhaps the floor. How do we decide what kind of shower we want? Tile looks great but let’s be honest. I’ll never be the best of housekeepers. Maybe just a ceramic surround would be best for us. I don’t know what I want or where to start.


The diet is okay for the moment – I lost a pound this week and it’s been a while since that has happened. I have to take 8 classes at the gym in the three month time period to qualify for the challenge and I have to get in so many hours, 37 I think, and then they took weights and measurements at the beginning so all this will be looked at in December, about the 18th I think. No one like Jonas there but I have Nick at home if I start to blow it off.

Good news, bad news, better news

First the good news – I got a brand new lap top! I got my previous laptop just a few weeks after I found blogs and became hopelessly addicted to the whole spanko playground. That was about 3 ½ years ago. It was a really good computer and we went through some fine times together but it was past time for an upgrade. I wanted to avoid Vista if possible so I waited for windows 7. So far, so good, of course I have only been working with it for about 3 hours so I will be able to tell you more later. It’s a pretty thing, a Gateway, and the plug doesn’t have to be held in by one hand while you type with the other. So far I see that as a big improvement!

The bad new – stress at work hasn’t improved much. I had a colleague who has a BP machine check me Thursday after a meeting and it was 155/89 she was a bit worried and insisted I have the nurse check it again a little later. When I did it was 160/100. Sigh… I call my doctor and went in that afternoon; they got that same high reading. Now I’m on blood pressure medicine and I’m blaming it on the job. My mom did develop high BP but not until she was in her late 70’s. This is too soon and I don’t like it! Maybe when I lose more weight I can come off it. I’ll keep you posted.

Better news – Nick had been gone over night Friday and he hadn’t been home a half hour before he had out the dogging bat, had me over a chair and was asking questions about what time I had gotten in bed the night before (late), had I taken my vitamins (no) and had I made it to the gym Saturday (again, no). But in my defense, who knew he was going to ask! LOL! We didn’t have much time before Mollie was due home but I’ll have to say we did make the most of it!

I appreciate those of you who came by to read Fantasy Friday this week. It was fun writing it and I think Nick enjoyed it too! We will have another brand new Fantasy Friday again next week. When someone sends a new story I have to tell you it really brightens my day!

And one last thing, Cassie was whispering a story in my ear Saturday and I’ll have to say she had me chuckling. I think we’ll be hearing from her soon. So for today at least, I think the good news outweighs the bad!